I woke up from a pleasant dream that I couldn't quite remember, I just know that it was nice. As I looked around the room, I noticed that Matías wasn’t there; and the digital clock read 8:30 p.m. A bowl of rice and beans were on the nightstand, still warm so I ate it happily. After finished the food I couldn't help, but worry that it was drugged; however, my nerves were put at ease when 10 minutes passed and nothing happened. I tried to lie back down and fall asleep, but the clothes I had on rubbed against my wounds. I took them off leaving me only in my underwear. Even wearing those hurt my ass. Once I lied back down I realized that sleep wouldn't come easily. 

Slowly, I got up and went to the bathroom, struggling to move. What I saw in the mirror was alarming. I looked like a living piece of abstract art; like that ones that one would find in the art class of a middle school. The ones that aren't necessarily beautiful yet not disgustingly unpleasant either. Fresh, black and blue bruises bloomed on the side of my ribs. Fiery red welt marks painted my whole body. On top of all that, my lips were swollen and red from how rough I had been me. Bite marks and hickeys were scattered across my body. I hated those the most.

 I wanted to look at the bright side and thought that at least I wasn't dead; but in that moment death sounded like a nice option. The sound of the room door opening brought me out of my thoughts. I carefully stepped out of the bathroom to see Matías standing near the bed. “Come here,” he said beckoning me with his finger.

The closer I got to him, the more pain I was in. Every inch of my body was on fire as my heart pumped blood faster and faster. It was becoming harder to breath. I stopped right in front of him, my head cast down. “Take this, and drink all the water,” he said extending a hand with a pill and another with water. I took both immediately not wanting him to be angry with me. The water tasted funny and seconds later I felt numbness spread throughout my whole body. “What was that?” I asked, almost 100 percent sure that what he had given me was laced.

“Something to help you relax; but you have to take both the water and the pill at the same time. If you take them separate it’ll do you more harm than good.” he answered. He must've put some sort of powder in the water. 

My knees suddenly buckled and Matías caught me pulling my almost naked body into his. “I have to make sure you took the pill,” he stated as he pried my mouth open. He placed two fingers inside my mouth and moved them around. He looked lustfully at me, with his fingers still in my mouth. I shut my eyes tightly. I didn't want to see him look at me like that. Then, I felt his breath on me as he leaned over and shoved his tongue in my mouth right as he slipped his fingers out. I was taken aback. He moved it around my mouth and pulled me closer so our hips were touching. I grabbed fist fulls of his shirt, so I could balance myself.  I let a small moan escape my mouth, hoping he didn’t notice. He did. He started kissing me more moving his tongue around as I kept moaning. I really hated myself for giving in this easily. I tried moving back, but I could barely even stand. Really, I don’t know if I wanted to pull back. His cold hands ran up and down my thighs. Eventually, I leaned into the kiss. 

I really hated him, but at the same time I hated it even more when he was mad at me. Only hours earlier he was hitting me and torturing me. I hated that he was so upset with me then. Now he’s kissing me gently and his touch is soft. I hated myself for giving up and enjoying his touch. He pulled back leaving me wanting more. My face was red, my black hair in a mess, and the look in my eyes matched his. I tried leaning towards him to capture his lips again, but he leaned down to my ear.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered “I only disciplined you earlier, so you would listen to me.” The words he said were apologetic, but his tone was stern.

He licked my ear causing me to stifle another moan, but when he bit it I let it out. He nibbled my ear then went down to the rest of my neck. 

He led me to the bed and rest his head on the headboard with me straddling him. He continued with kissing and biting me. 

When my eyes were closing and keeping them open was a struggle, I leaned against him.

"You tired?" he asked. I gave a small nod in response. 

“Ok”

“Lights off," he commanded and the room suddenly went dark. I couldn't help the but think of the words "rich bastard" in my head in that moment. 

He threw off his shirt and his bare skin was against me. It was nice and cool. He drew circles on my back with is hand as I drifted into sleep. Apart of me hates him another part doesn’t. I don't like him though for obvious reasons; I just don't necessarily hate him. I felt so confused, but I simply let sleep take over me. 

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